As far as I remember I have always carried a bag. Either the school bag, college bag, the trendy ones which I used to take for work, the evening bags; the clutches, the totes….I have been in love with bags. At a point of time my sister used to joke that I would have to make a wardrobe for my bags.
And my bags were special too. No, I don’t mean that they were one of a kind but they held a lot. If we were going for a ride or a picnic, those with me were quite content if I was traveling with them. I mean there was no cause of worry because Reema’s bag had it all for any emergency. Crocin, tissues, sandwiches , you name it and it had it all. No doubt my bags wore out very easily too.
But now my bags have become the real hand bag-handybag since I turned a mommy. As a new mom it had pampers, cream, etc. With passing time it has both versatility and weight. Yes weight, sometimes I bend at 45 degrees at the weight. For now I carry biscuits, wafers, water, tissue, wallet, comb, coloring book, crayon , diary, panadol , mobile etc. If anyone does snatch my bag, the person will be lost in the contents of my tote.
I envy the men who can put their wallet in one pocket, mobile in the other and go whistling in the wind without a worry about tissues or biscuits.
I do sometimes try not to carry my tote. But then once the prince wanted something to eat and the other time my CPR (ID) was needed and both the times I was asked,’Why didn’t you carry your tote?’
See my bag is so indispensable 😦 😀